Concrete Echoes

**(Intro)**
(Jazzy piano chords, soft brushing on drums, atmospheric city noise)
They call it progress...
Building glass towers on graves of the ghosts.
I’m just here, counting cracks in the pavement.
Static. It’s all just static.

**(Verse 1)**
(Beat drops: heavy, distorted bass, sharp snares)
Look at the skyline, teeth made of steel
Grindin’ my patience, tell me, is this even real?
I’m a ghost in the machine, a glitch in the feed
Sowing the ego, what kind of harvest you need?
Push it, break it, watch the structure fall down
I’m the king of the dirt in this neon town.
No crown, just a hood and a heavy state of mind
Leaving all your "perfect" illusions behind.

**(Chorus)**
(Music softens into lo-fi jazz chords, slightly dissonant)
Oh, the frequency is shifting again
From the gutter to the penthouse, where do we begin?
It’s a jazz-fueled riot, a velvet punch
Eat your heart out, tell me, what’s for lunch?
(New magic... yeah, the magic’s gone sour)

**(Verse 2)**
(Beat returns, faster flow, more aggressive)
Cut the wire, disconnect the light
I don't need a vision when I thrive in the night.
Tyler’s ghost in the speaker, dissonance ringing
Is it a song or a plea? Or the siren singing?
You want the truth? The truth is a lie
We’re just breathing exhaust while we wait to die.
Check the pulse, it’s skipping a beat
Everything’s burning, right here on the street.

**(Outro)**
(Saxophone solo over minimal bass, gradually fading into static)
Static.
Just turn the knob.
It’s all noise, anyway.